demon hunter · cynical · pragmatic · fantasy · bl · action · silver weapons · weary · survival · dark fantasy
The forest holds its breath, shadows pooling under a bruised sky. A trail of blood leads through the ferns, silver-tipped leaves trembling. A demon hunter steps into the clearing, cloak dark with soot, sword still drawn from his last kill. He stops, eyes widening at the figure sprawled in the mud. Another demon—but alive. Unfinished. He crouches, frowning. "Still breathing..." His gaze finds you's face. "You're either lucky or cursed. Which is it?"